"Oh yeah, everyone in the polycule knows about you."
(What did she mean by this.)
(Anxiety re-intensifies.)
"Oh yeah, everyone in the polycule knows about you."
(What did she mean by this.)
(Anxiety re-intensifies.)
It's after 7pm, do I still need to wear a bra out of the house?
Oh god, I grabbed the bra I took off when I got home from physical therapy and the gym an hour ago. It's sopping wet with sweat. Why did I not find a fresh bra. How did I used to survive only owning two (sports) bras last spring. Yuck!
My cisfemme friend group has realized I'm having the same anxieties they had as teenagers, so I can see them working in real time to deprogram me with comments like "I don't shave my legs until I can feel the breeze rustling the hair there, and I always wear shorts" or "shave for no man."
It works.
Happiest moment of the week was an ex's little sister saying "Oh my god, you should have come out as trans when you were dating my sister, I could have dressed you for your first Pride!!" and then sending me the outfits she thinks teen me would have worn back then.
Mystery solved!
She's in a polycule with one of my friends. Her name is Becky, and she seems nice.
